Secret Buyer-Chapter 52: Half-Dead, Half-Alive

It’s merely the birth of a Dead Man’s Bone.

Zhang Fusheng could clearly perceive that the bone density of his 206 bones was skyrocketing, with each breath leading to a multiplied intake of Mysterious Factors,

all of which were just minor details.

He could directly see the ’Soul Spirits’.

Even the Soul Spirit within his shell, Zhang Fusheng had a premonition, not only could he see it, but he might even touch this ethereal entity...

And those two Residual Souls in the Divine Realm, one belongs to the Gunman, the other to Dean Long, were rapidly being eroded and degenerated into Grim Skeletons,

both ethereal yet real, he naturally realized—under the influence of Dead Man’s Bone, the Residual Souls becoming Grim Skeletons would retain their previous Cultivation Realm, Striking Techniques, and Techniques,

and could even step out of the Divine Realm, no longer needing to reside there—though only for a brief walk in reality.

These seemed to be just the tip of the iceberg.

"I seem to have become a half-dead, half-alive person..." Zhang Fusheng whispered in his heart, half-dead, half-alive, to living beings, he was a peer.

To ghostly beings, he was still a peer.

A massive amount of Mysterious Factors erupted from that piece of Dead Man’s Bone in the chest cavity.

Four Refinements Perfection, breaking the second layer of muscle shackles, Five Refinements!

The strength throughout his body had surpassed six thousand jins.

He didn’t know how much time had passed.

In the eyes of Huang Zhongxiao and Chen Nuanyu.

The mysterious old man, dignified and unfathomable, slowly opened his eyes, and a thick Death Qi emanated from his body.

"True Man!" Huang Zhongxiao prostrated on the ground, bowing his head.

The old man stood before him, at some unknown point, reaching out to gently stroke his head.

"I am willing to devote myself to you." Huang Zhongxiao unconsciously uttered these words: "The Immortal caresses my head..."

In Chen Nuanyu’s horrified gaze,

the Cultist withered bit by bit, like a towering green tree wilting in an instant, his skin and flesh collapsing, spirit eroding, vitality flowing away like water!

Yet he was still smiling.

"Tie my hair and grant me longevity..." Huang Zhongxiao’s eyes were full of hopeful light, as if he saw the gate to the afterlife opening for him.

And then the vitality completely extinguished, first crumbling into a pile of rotten flesh, the rotten flesh shattered into dry bones, and the dry bones turned into a heap of white dust.

Zhang Fusheng stared at the white dust, feeling the overwhelming vitality looted from Huang Zhongxiao, with ninety percent soaked into the Dead Man’s Bone, turning into its nourishment,

the remaining ten percent, nourishing the whole body.

Five Refinements Minor Achievement, then Great Success, although not yet Perfection, had added another six hundred jins of strength.

He looked at Chen Nuanyu.

The latter lowered her head:

"True Man..."

"If I were to offer you a Heaven-Interchangeable Tao opportunity, what do you desire?" The old man calmly asked.

Chen Nuanyu shivered all over, kneeling with a ’thud’.

"I wish for..."

"To heal your mother?" Zhang Fusheng answered for her.

Chen Nuanyu bowed down.

For a long time.

The old man leisurely opened his mouth:

"It’s not impossible, but as an exchange, I want this Eternal Burning Heart of yours, would you be willing?"

"I am willing!"

"Good."

There were only ten grams left of the Star Beast meat, not even enough to let the Contract cool down once more, let alone conduct two trades in a short time.

Zhang Fusheng was not in a hurry, calmly saying:

"I will come back for you."

Chen Nuanyu knelt on the ground for a long, long time.

When she rose, the dungeon was still the dungeon, and the white dust still piled at the side, the old man had disappeared at some point.

Like a dream or an illusion.

......

Silently returning to his uncle’s house.

It was already seven or eight in the morning, Zhang Xiaoxi was still sound asleep.

In the small room.

Zhang Fusheng, full of Death Qi, thought, and the dense Death Qi swirling outside was drawn back into the Dead Man’s Bone like a receding tide, then he contemplated himself as White Bone,

and he became reclusive, ordinary.

"Currently, it seems the Dead Man’s Bone possesses the Divine Technique to plunder vitality, but it should not be limited to just this Divine Technique, needing further development."

"Also, the influence on the Divine Realm..."

With a thought, a Grim Skeleton appeared behind Zhang Fusheng, clad in tattered clothes, standing there quietly.

It was Huang Zhongxiao’s Residual Soul, but the Dead Man’s Bone granted it a skeletal body,

and it retained the previous realm and Techniques.

In other words, it was equivalent to a peak expert of Six Refinements, it knew all the moves and Combat Techniques Huang Zhongxiao knew.

Moreover, because it no longer felt pain and fear, in pure combat aspect, it might be stronger than Huang Zhongxiao.

Gently stroking the bones on the Grim Skeleton, Zhang Fusheng thought of his Master.

The Master must also have a Dead Man’s Bone.

And in his Master’s Divine Realm, those Grim Skeletons, dense and countless...

How many were transformed from ordinary human Residual Souls?

How many were from Twelve Refinements Great Martial Artists, or even Martial Arts Masters?

Although the Master’s Divine Realm was just a prototype, not real, it did not affect the special function of the Dead Man’s Bone—those Grim Skeletons could still descend into reality!

"How many people has Master killed?"

Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself, with a thought, the Grim Skeleton disappeared, returning to the Divine Realm.

He contemplated his Divine Realm carefully, still able to transform and change based on his thoughts at will, but now there was an added ’Yin Qi’,

and maybe it was a misconception, after plundering Huang Zhongxiao’s vitality, the Divine Realm seemed more realistic.

"Now using the Divine Realm, it is noticeably more exhausting than at first, is it because as Senior Brother and Second Senior Sister said, there’s not enough Subordinate Soul to stabilize the Divine Realm and share the mental pressure?"

Zhang Fusheng frowned, enough Subordinate Souls...

That would require killing.

Killing a lot of people.

Ordinary law-abiding civilians, he wouldn’t kill indiscriminately.

What about Chai Gate?

The Western Sect?

Zhang Fusheng swallowed his saliva:

"The more lives I take, the more Souls I seize, the more Grim Skeletons will follow... those who fall by my hand shall all become my subordinates, my Death Warriors!"

"Is this perhaps a bit too... excessive?"

"Grim White Bone Observation, is it really just a ’Superior Contemplation Technique’??"

He thought he had already understood Hongji, but now it seemed he hadn’t.

What about the Master Ancestor mentioned by his Master?

What kind of person was he, and how large a ’troop’ did he have in his Divine Realm??

Zhang Fusheng’s inward gazed at his chest cavity, where the Xiphoid bone was replaced by an ash-grey bone, seemingly from the Netherworld.

"The Dead Man’s Bone is already like this."

"The Eternal Burning Heart, or Six Ding Divine Fire..."

Zhang Fusheng calmed his heart, puzzled, a special bone present in the body, why would it interact with the Spiritual World, even having far-reaching impacts?

He didn’t understand.

"My cultivation speed has roughly increased twelve times, where before reaching Five Refinements Perfection would still require three to five months, now..."

Feeling the fusion rate of Mysterious Factors in his body, a smile spread across his face:

"At most two weeks."

"I am truly a genius now!"

......

Ten thirty.

Zhang Xiaoxi was eating buns and drinking soybean milk, looking at the little cousin walking out of the room,

she was full of suspicion:

"What’s wrong with you, why do you look like you aged a few years... how many times did you take off last night?"

"What?" Zhang Fusheng didn’t immediately react.

Zhang Xiaoxi said fiercely:

"You left the room, and I had to clean it! I don’t want to enter and get a strong smell of sycamore flowers... remember to empty the tissues in the trash can!"

Zhang Fusheng suddenly realized, feeling his teeth aching with anger, slapped Zhang Xiaoxi on the forehead:

"What kind of dirty thoughts are you thinking in that head of yours?"

She first covered her head in pain, then lunged forward with claws bared:

"Oh, you’ve got some nerve, daring to hit your sister now!"

Five minutes later.

"Was it wrong?"

"Boo hoo, it was wrong." Zhang Xiaoxi said pitifully, Zhang Fusheng holding her two wrists with one hand and her feet with the other,

much like a pig awaiting slaughter, its four hooves tied to a wooden pole, hanging upside down.

He tossed the girl onto the sofa and began to eat his bun with relish, asking casually:

"Why haven’t Uncle and Aunt returned yet?"